April 5, 2011
Like Chaucer said, April is the time for pilgrimages. Around here we call it peak bagging.
I’m no mountaineer. I just like to hike peaks and ski them. Eventually, I want to ski all the peaks I can see (or imagine) from my house.
Saturday was going to be East Ridge of Timp day for me, Steve, and Rob, but Jared did a Timp Traverse Friday, and saw myriad giant crown lines all of the same aspect we wanted to ski. So we let some air out of our tires, and hiked the Pfeiferhorn from Alpine instead.
We spent the morning hoping the sun would come out, because the 40 plus degrees of the southwest face is less appetizing when it’s bulletproof. Nothing compared to the Northwest couloir of the Pfeif, which has a mandatory rappel in the middle of it, but for the likes of us (me), it’s plenty spicy.
This is a picture post. Because the views are one of the main reasons we go up there.
Just have to comment here. Don’t those look like the perfect big peak corn skis? Yeah, I like carrying them.
It’s a big mountain, and the scale of it isn’t really apparent until you’re on it. So big that we were like little rollerballs on the face.
And, if you’ve gotten this far, you might as well go all the way with a little video. I wish the battery had lasted to the survival skiing down to the car. That was way sketchier than the top.